Mom I love you but you're making things tough
the other boys at school are kinda treating me rough
they see me rollin like a ball of dough
running for the hills, hungry and slow

mom I know you're trying now
and you think its cool, somehow

but i'm slowly dyin and thinking of quittin school
I've never had so many friends
I didn't need

you're so sugar sweet
its making me bleed

i've got a wealth of problems bundled in my lap
two snicker doodles my  gingersnap
my life is in peril and i'm in a crunch
cause I'm the kid with cookies for lunch